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man rescues a popular Eastern European porn star from a situation and is
rewarded with danger, adventure, love and new-found self-respect as a gay man.
ADVENTURES WITH JODY
Break a Leg, and More
As Jody headed for
the stage, I said, "Break a leg!" He looked stricken until
Carl explained that it was an American theatrical expression that
meant Good Luck. He smiled and ran on stage. A couple of beats later
Carl made his entrance, then it was my turn. I boogied into line with
Jody and Carl up stage. The audience seemed transfixed, apparently with awe at seeing Jody in the flesh.
We moved down stage,
Jody slightly in front. He made several moves, turned and wiggled his
butt. That woke the audience up. Then, he stepped back; we traded
places and did likewise.
We moved back up
stage and began to squirm out of our shirts. The audience began to
clap in time with the music as we twitched with the beat and inched
the shirts up our torsos and over our heads.
Tossing the shirts
aside, we turned and headed down stage again. We turned and flexed
every muscle in our upper bodies to the delight of the gathering.
They whistled, stamped and yelled for more.
Moreover, we were
ready to oblige. We traded places again and whipped off the breakaway
shorts with a flourish. Then, we turned our backs and boogied up
stage to torture the audience some more. We hooked our thumbs in the
waistband of the briefs and began to strip them off at an agonizingly
slow rate. When they were just below our hips, the beat of the music
moved into high gear and we danced our way out of them.
As we kicked the
briefs out of our way, we turned and the beat changed once more. The
stage lights dimmed and a spotlight came up on each of us. Our red,
white and blue G-strings fairly glowed.
We pranced down to
the footlights and began to work our hips in time to the violent
beat. Now, the audience was on its feet, shouting, clapping and
whistling. We turned and moved, highlighting every part of our
bodies. Guys were standing at the footlights waiving money. We
squatted and turned in every direction, allowing them to stuff the
G-strings. Wave after wave of them came forward. We laughed and
winked and even kissed a few of them.
I was having the time
of my life; I had never felt so liberated. As the guys stuffed money
into my G-string, I felt their many loving pats and caresses on my
crotch, butt and legs. I was full of sexual energy and they were
appreciating it. And I deserved their appreciation!
The music changed
again, announcing the finale. We backed up a few steps, with Jody in
the center, and began to thrust our hips forward in the most
suggestive moves yet. My dick had been half-hard from the beginning
and it now began to fatten in earnest. I glanced at Jody and Carl and
found them in the same state. We grinned at each other and Jody
He took a step
forward and began to massage his G-string lewdly. Carl and I looked
quickly at each other and began to do the same. We came abreast of
Jody and I noticed the tip of his cock sprouting from the G-string.
My heart skipped a beat when I realized what he was about to do.
Oh God, he did it!
He flipped his cock
and balls out of the skimpy garment and danced a few steps that made
his stiff dick swing in a circle. The audience hushed for a heartbeat
and then erupted into wild cheering.
Carl and I checked
each other and simultaneously liberated our hard cocks. Then we
looked to Jody for the next move. With a laugh, he grabbed his dick
with both fists and began to buck his hips in time with the music. We
The feeling was
incredible! My dick was instantly rock hard and I felt as if I could
shoot my load right then. I was jacking off before several hundred
horny men who wanted to see me do this more than anything in the
For several more
minutes, we danced, jacked, and flipped our cocks and balls, to the
heated delight of the audience. Suddenly, our natural reproductive
urges took over and we began to bump and grind our fists in earnest.
Through a lust-filled haze, I became dimly aware that two guys in the
front row had whipped off their shirts and were yelling for me to
shoot on them.
I glanced quickly at
Jody and Carl and saw that they were about ready to explode too.
We danced forward to
the footlights and began to pound our dicks in time to the intense
music. Perspiration dripped from every part of my body as I hunched,
longing for relief. At last, I felt the telltale tingling in my
balls, signaling the point of no return. I thrust my hips forward and
screamed as jet after jet of cum shot forth. They showered over the
bare-chested guys in the front row and landed on members of the
Moments later, I
regained my senses and glanced over to see the smiling faces of Jody
and Carl as they shook the last drops off their dicks and stuffed
them back into the G-strings. I did the same and we danced back to
stage center arm in arm. We turned as the music ended and the
spotlights winked out.
We took six bows to
thunderous applause and whistles, and then ran backstage to the hugs,
kisses and enthusiastic approvals of Jake, the owner and various
stagehands. The owner was dumbfounded when we told him that the jack
off wasn't planned. Nevertheless, he wanted it included in the eleven
We were on such a
high that we promised him gallons of cum before midnight. But, as we
gathered our discarded costumes and returned to the dressing room, I
began to wonder if I could jerk off in public again, ON DEMAND. True,
the act was a total turn-on to me, but the show we'd just concluded
was spontaneous, in response to a new awakening in me. Then I
remembered that Jody and Carl had the same response.
In the privacy of the
dressing room, I asked them how it was that all three of us responded
the same way. They really didn't know. Carl commented that it could
have been a combination of the erotic nature of the act itself, our
reaction to each other and the reaction of the audience to our
performance. I wondered aloud whether they could jack off again on
cue. They said they had done it before and would have no trouble
doing it again. I said I wasn't so sure that I could. They grinned
wickedly at each other and Jody assured me that they would see to it
that I was sufficiently aroused to perform at eleven.
With that, we
showered and retired to the fold-out couch, with me in the center.
The eleven o'clock
show was as successful as the first. The two shows on Saturday were
turn-away crowds, as was the Sunday afternoon show. Personally, the
orgasms that capped those performances were as intense as the first.
Jody made much more
than enough money to return home from the first four shows, but, at
the pleading of the owner of the Interlude, he consented to stay for
one more weekend.
Monday night Jody,
Carl and I went out to dinner and the staff and patrons of the
restaurant mobbed us. We loved it! Obviously, we were still on a high
from our successful performances. Moreover, we were looking forward
to continuing our success the next weekend.
Tuesday night there
was a spring in my step as I walked home after work. I was looking
forward to seeing Jody; he had proved to be a passionate lover last
night. He had kept me on the edge of an orgasm for nearly two hours
with his sweet kisses, supple body and nimble fingers. I don’t
know why my scream, as I rolled over the threshold of delight, didn’t
wake all of my neighbors. And this morning he sent me off to my job
with the promise to have a sumptuous dinner waiting for me tonight.
In addition, he promised a “special” desert afterward.
Wow! I hoped for a repeat performance of last night. My cock became
painfully erect at the thought.
It wilted slightly
when I saw a black limousine parked in front of my apartment house.
My thoughts raced. Had Jody decided for us to go out for a fancy
evening? If so, I hoped he hadn’t spent too much of his air
fare money. Had the owner of the Interlude planned something special
for us? On the other hand, maybe the limousine didn’t have
anything to do with Jody and me.
I passed the vehicle,
giving it a critical glance. Its windows were darkened for privacy so
I couldn’t tell whether anyone was inside. As I took the first
step up to my apartment, two large men emerged from the black
behemoth and spoke to me. They said that they were trying to locate
Jody Marek on behalf of a person called Mr. Pellegrini who wanted to
speak with him. One man looked short and squat, even though he was
taller than I was. However, he had a small, weasel face. The other
just looked the same except he was taller and beefier, like a
professional football player. I felt like a child in the presence of
Somewhat taken aback,
I asked who Mr. Pellegrini was. The men moved closer to me and the
larger of the two explained that Mr. Pellegrini was the person who
invited Jody to this country and he expected Jody to fulfill his
contract to make a male video.
They apparently did
not know that Jody was upstairs in my apartment. At least that’s
where I hoped he was, since I didn’t see any lights on in my
place. So, as my heart began to race, I hastily explained that
because Mr. Pellegrini had not met him at the airport and did not
answer his telephone, Jody had returned to the Czech Republic.
The men stepped even
closer to me as the larger one smiled evilly. He thought otherwise
since he saw our performance Sunday afternoon and heard that we were
thrilling our fans at a restaurant last night. He explained further
that Mr. Pellegrini had made an unexpected trip to Mexico, but now he
had returned and was ready to do business.
Busted for my lie, I
began to sweat profusely. I smiled shakily and said that we were
celebrating his departure last night and that he had taken a midnight
plane out of LAX afterward.
The shorter of the
two quickly stepped behind me and grabbed my arms while the big
bruiser drove his fist into the pit of my stomach as hard as he
could. No sound came out of my mouth, so I could clearly hear him
calmly command me to have Jody on these very steps at eight o’clock
tomorrow morning. As he withdrew his fist from my midsection, he
chuckled softly and reminded me that Jody’s dick had better be
hard and ready to make a movie. Then, they coolly entered the
limousine and it drove away.
I don’t ever
recall feeling so much pain. I huddled miserably on my front steps
for several minutes until the veil of red spots faded from my sight
and my breath returned. I gulped air as if I had been under water for
several minutes. But this caused the spasms of pain to worsen, so I
just shivered and sobbed as I crossed my arms over my stomach.
Eventually, I was
able to drag myself to my front door and fish my key out of my
pocket. As I crawled into the entry hall, Jody, nude and beautiful,
emerged from the kitchen carrying a bowl of potato chips. Unable to
speak, I reached out to him with a pleading look. With a shocked
expression and shout of surprise, he set the bowl on the floor and
started toward me. At that moment, a wave of nausea knotted my
stomach and I threw up at his feet.
I must have passed
out, because I was suddenly aware that I was lying on the living room
couch. I could feel an ice pack under the back of my neck and Jody
was kneeling beside me, mopping my face with a cold washcloth. My
stomach still shuddered occasionally from its ill treatment, but
otherwise I felt much, much better.
As my eyes flickered
open Jody began speaking in torrents of Czech and plying my face with
dozens of kisses. At my blank look, he switched to English with some
effort. “Oh my God, I was so worried! What happened to you? Are
you ill? Where are you hurting? How can I help you?”
I smiled feebly and
pressed my fingers to his lips to stop him. He helped me to a sitting
position and I noticed the room. It was beautiful, lit with about two
dozen candles. Garlands of artificial flowers decorated the shuttered
windows. Arrangements of real flowers graced every table in the
living room. I glanced into the dining area and noticed the table
lavishly set for two with china, crystal, silver, flowers and two
tall white candles.
I began to sob
uncontrollably, overwhelmed by my shaky physical condition, my fear
for our safety and my feelings for the special man in front of me. It
was more than I could process at once; I couldn’t speak; all I
could do was clutch Jody to my breast and cry for several minutes. He
sensed that this was what I needed and simply held me.
When I had cried
myself out, he retrieved two glasses of wine from the table and I
motioned for him to sit beside me. As we sipped the wine, I explained
what had happened, ending with the comment that Mr. Pellegrini must
be a gangster. Jody was unfamiliar with the word and I had to define
it several different ways until he understood. Then, his normally
sweet brown eyes grew hard and he began to berate himself for
becoming involved with such a person.
Finally, I calmed him
and we sat holding hands, each occupied with his own thoughts. We had
to decide what to do. I turned to Jody and asked, “Do you want
to go ahead and make the movie for Mr. Pellegrini?”
flashed angry sparks. “Andy, how could you think that I would
do work for a man who would harm you?”
I presented him with
a rueful look. “Well, if you don’t then we had better
think about leaving town, or we will be in real danger. Remember,
these people are criminals and won’t think twice about taking
what they want. They won’t harm you, but they would probably
kill me and…”
widened when he saw the horrified look on my face. “What are
“Carl!” I shouted.
“He’s in danger too! We’ve got to call him!”
I fished my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed his number. He
answered on the second ring. “Carl!”
“Hey Andy,” he
drawled, “What are you calling me for? I thought you two love
birds were going to spend the evening making whoopee.”
“Carl! Be quiet. We’re
in trouble. Get over here as quickly as you can.”
“What’s the matter?”
he asked with alarm.
“The guy who brought Jody
here showed up. He’s a gangster. He sent two goons over here
looking for Jody and they roughed me up.”
I could hear Carl’s
intake of breath. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’m a little
sore, but I’ll live. Look Carl, they saw us at our show on
Sunday, so they know who all three of us are. You’re in danger
too. Come on over here, but make sure you aren’t followed. Wear
a hat or something as a disguise. I’ll be watching for you and
open the gate to the underground parking garage. Park in the back,
out of sight. Bring a change of clothes. We may have to leave town.”
“Right, I’ll see you
in ten minutes.” He hung up.
While I was talking
to Carl, Jody cleaned up the mess I made in the entry hall. I noticed
that he had dressed too. He looked subdued. I wandered over to the
front window and peeked out, watching for Carl’s car. Jody
slowly snaked his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my
shoulder. “Andy, I am so sorry to have you and Carl in such a
mess I’m in. I apologize for your trouble.”
I turned around and
gathered him in my arms. “Oh Jody, don’t be sorry.
Meeting you has been the most liberating experience for me. It’s
changed my life. I would have been the poorer if you hadn’t
appeared in it.”
He smiled shyly and
started to speak; but, just then I heard a car in the street below.
It was Carl’s. I hurried to the telephone and dialed the garage
door code. In less than two minutes, we heard Carl’s knock on
the door. I opened it and Carl rushed into my arms. “Oh my God!
Andy, are you all right?” He released me from his fierce hug
and took my face in his hands.
“Yeah, I’m fine,”
I smiled at him.
He hugged me again
and whispered, “I’m so glad you’re okay.” I
returned his warm affectionate hug. It felt so good. Then, I looked
over his shoulder and saw Jody smiling with a pleased expression on
Carl released me and
kissed me on the cheek. He walked over to Jody and gave him a warm
hug and kiss, then led us to the couch and looked at me for answers.
“So, tell me exactly what happened. I’m kind of in the
I started at the
beginning and gave him a blow-by-blow (no pun intended) description
of what occurred on my front steps. I also expressed the opinion that
Mr. Pellegrini must be involved with organized crime. Carl listened
and the expression on his face became more grim by the minute.
When I stopped
talking, he fiercely slammed a fist into his palm and exclaimed,
“Damn, I thought I was through with that shit!” He
relaxed and sighed heavily when he saw the questioning looks on our
faces. He looked at the floor when he began to speak again. “My
real name is Carlo, Carlo Coletti. I was born and raised in New York.
My mom disappeared when I was a little kid, and my dad died
mysteriously when I was ten. Then, I went to live with my uncle
Luciano.” He looked at me. “We’re an Italian
family,” he said stressing the word “Italian."
“You mean you were raised in
a mob family?” I asked incredulously.
“Yeah, but I didn’t
realize it until I was in high school. I think Uncle Luciano
suspected early on that I didn’t have the temperament to be
initiated into the family business. I wasn’t sure of that
though, so as soon as I graduated from college I told him I was gay
and headed for the West Coast.”
“How did he take the
confession that you’re gay?” I asked softly.
“He wasn’t real
thrilled, but he loved me very much. My leaving town hurt him more.
Hurt me too, because I loved him, although I couldn’t condone
what he did for a living.”
“Do you still keep in
“Yeah, we talk on the phone
at least once a month,” he said wistfully. Then he became all
business. “Now look, I know how Pellegrini and his friends
work. We’re in deep shit. They won’t hurt Jody, but
they’ll do whatever it takes to us to get Jody to perform for
them.” Jody started to protest, but Carl smiled broadly and
gave him a kiss on the cheek. “But, we don’t have to
worry, because I’m going to call Uncle Luciano right now.”
At my raised eyebrow, he said, “He’s got contacts all
over the world. He’ll find out all about Pellegrini and take
care of the situation.”
I gave him a wry look
and asked, “Take care of the ‘situation’? Are you
being delicate with your words?”
He smiled grimly.
“You don’t want to know.” He went to the phone and
dialed. Someone answered and he began to speak rapidly in Italian. He
paused for a few seconds, greeted his uncle and began speaking in
Italian once more--at a machine gun pace--, sometimes angrily and
sometimes forcefully. He paused occasionally to let his uncle
respond. After the last long pause, he began to speak very softly and
lovingly. Finally, he said good-bye and hung up. His eyes were moist
when he looked at us, but he spoke matter-of-factly. “He wasn’t
pleased about our situation.”
“He’ll help us then?”
“Sure. He loves me.”
He smiled ruefully. “But he would have to protect us anyway
because I’m family. The mob has its own code of ethics. He’s
going to make some calls right now. Says it won’t take too long
to resolve the situation. But, one of those calls will be to my uncle
in San Francisco. Uncle Luciano thinks we ought to fly up there
tonight and stay with Uncle Mario until all this blows over.”
Jody and I nodded our heads, not sure at all that this would blow
over any time soon. Nevertheless, I gathered us into a group hug and
we began to prepare for our trip.
To be continued
. Chapter three, Sanctuary in The City
, will be posted soon.
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